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Well, this is worse.”
    Heather turned to Barth. “What happened in Mexico?”
    Barth scowled. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
    * * *
    After pilfering some stale bread and cheese and several bottles of French water from the royal kitchen, Barth and Heather climbed aboard Drag and flew a few circles around the kingdom. Things were looking bad, really bad. Every subject of Fairytale Kingdom was either a zombie or being eaten by a zombie. Barth wondered if there’d be anyone left to save by morning.
    It was after dark by the time the trio had made it to Drag’s lair. The instant they landed on the precipice of the cave, Drag’s nostrils flared. He inhaled deeply before breathing out a plume of smoke.
    “I smell sausage,” he groaned.
    Barth slid off Drag’s back and unsheathed his sword. “We’re not alone,” he hissed.
    Drag tapped Barth’s shoulder with one claw. “Don’t kill them!” he pleaded. “Whoever they are, they can’t be all that bad if they know how to make sausage.”
    Barth scowled before cautiously making his way toward the back of the cave. Drag and Heather trailed behind him.
    As Barth turned a corner, he saw a hulking shadow on the opposite wall, illuminated by the fire. Whoever it was had a long fanged snout and claws the size of daggers.
    With trembling limbs, Barth raised his sword.
    Suddenly, Heather shoved him aside and raced ahead. Barth fell against a nearby wall before pulling himself up and chasing after Heather. Was she insane? Was she trying to get herself killed?
    “Big Bad Wolf!” Heather cried before flinging herself into the wolf’s arms. She pulled back, scowling at the cuts on his face and arms. “What happened to you?”
    “Some heavy shit went down today.” Wolf’s lower jaw trembled. “I went to warn the pigs not to drink the water. They smashed right through the brick wall and came at me.”
    Heather gasped as her hands flew to her mouth. “What did you do?”
    “The only thing I could do.” The wolf shrugged before leaning over and turning the spit. Three little headless bodies roasted above the fire. “I bit their heads off.”
    “That sucks.” Heather slumped on a log beside the wolf.
    “Yeah, it was so not cool.” Wolf wiped the back of his watery eyes with a massive paw. “You ever seen a possessed pig run around the yard without a head? Kinda like squealing, without the squeal and lots of blood.”
    “Zombie pigs.” Barth sheathed his sword and sat on the opposite side of the fire. His mouth watered at the scent of their succulent roasting meat.
    The wolf let out a strangled sob. “All they kept saying was brains, brains, brains, over and over. It was the freakiest shit I ever seen.” He leaned into Heather and cried as she draped an arm around his shoulder.
    After several minutes of convulsive sobbing, the wolf’s cries died down to a whimper. “So, anyway,” he sniffled, “it seemed a shame to waste such good meat, especially ‘cause I’m working on such a good buzz.” He pulled a joint from behind his ear and lit the end with a few fire embers. He nodded toward the little headless pigs roasting on the fire. “Anyone want some pulled pork? I added my own special herbs to the meat. It’s got a wickedly awesome flavor.”
    Drag licked his lips with his long serpent tongue. “I’m famished.”
    “Me, too.” Barth rubbed his midsection.
    The wolf turned pleading eyes on Drag. “Hey, dragon dude, there’s a lot of strange noises in the forest. Mind if I sleep here tonight?”
    “Sure,” Drag said before reaching out and pulling a little pig carcass off the spit.
    Heather and Barth each ripped off a succulent leg by the bone.
    “Thanks.” Wolf smiled before ripping off a curly little pig tail with his teeth. “If you want, I can make bacon in the morning.”
    “Sounds great,” they all mumbled through mouthfuls of pork.
    * * *
    “It’s cold out here. I brought you a blanket.”
    Barth stepped onto the ledge of the cave